Icing
"Hey Mum, what are you up to?" Al asked Ginny as he entered the kitchen.
"I'm Icing your father's birthday cake" she replied.
"Ooh Yum" Al said happily as he tried to swipe a bit of the chocolate icing with his finger.
Ginny swatted his hands away.
"Al, you're 15, don't lick the icing like a child, I swear sometimes your manners are just like your Uncle Ron"
"But mum, the icing is the best part" Al retorted.
"Al, c'mon can you please go find something else to do, I need to finish this" she told him.
"Fine, but I'm still your child" he grumbled as he left the kitchen.
That night after dinner the cake was served.
"That cake was delicious love, I particularly liked the icing" Harry told her happily.
Ginny saw Al smirking at her.